Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Millennium of Glory!"

The door to the lounge was slowly opened, and Harry, Gard, and the other Quidditch players walked in, found an empty seat, and continued to talk about Quidditch.

"To be honest, I always feel like it's not enough. Gryffindor's Wood is a formidable enemy." Garde was a little worried.

Pousse waved his hand: "Don't worry, we have trained so hard, and there are also Porter and Meteor."

"It's hard to say. I heard from Weasley that Wood often grabbed them out of bed before dawn to train. And this is often the case. Maybe they have practiced some unique tactics." Harry smiled.

"Tactics...sigh, it's difficult..." Gard shook his head and glanced at Flint. He was currently in a circle with several students in the same grade. He got a bottle of whiskey from somewhere and picked it up from the kitchen. Got some snacks and continued the party.

"This guy has never participated in training once!!" McClery said unhappily and stood up suddenly.

He has always been harsh and irritable in Quidditch, which was reflected in the selection of Harry and Draco.

"Hey, Michael, don't do anything stupid!!" Gard grabbed his robe and pulled him back.

"Today is Halloween, don't do anything that makes people unhappy." He said again, while also flashing the prefect badge on his chest.

"Tsk!"

McCully sat back on the sofa unhappily.

"I think we can find some inspiration from basketball and football in terms of tactics." Harry changed the topic.

"Basketball and football? What is that?" Garde was a little confused.

Harry then explained basketball and football to them. The same multi-player ball games might give them some inspiration for Quidditch.

"Can I understand it as... Quidditch played on the ground, without the Bludgers and the Snitch?"

Harry nodded, that was correct.

Several people looked at each other in confusion. Pousse felt that this was a bit unreliable. The whole place only revolved around the "Quaffle", and there was only one goal. It was still a running sport on the ground, so there was nothing worth learning from.

If you have this time, it’s better to continue training your personal abilities and stop worrying about multi-player tactics.

Garde looked at Harry: "Is basketball five people?"

Harry nodded.

After receiving the confirmation, Garde looked thoughtful and put aside Flint and the free agent Harry. There were only five of them who could participate in the training and cooperate in actual combat.

And more importantly, some of the ideas in it.

He once came into contact with some Muggle things. He knew that Muggles were actually no different from them except that they had no magic. On the contrary, sometimes they... were quite knowledgeable.

"I think you can give it a try. At least look for some information first and then make a conclusion." He suggested.

McCully breathed a sigh of relief and said simply: "I don't care, as long as it's useful."

Just as he was talking, the door to the lounge opened again, and Draco ran in excitedly.

He hurriedly came over with excitement on his face: "Something happened! Something happened!!"

Harry looked confused: "What happened? Why did you come back now?"

Draco pulled up a chair and sat down quickly, and whispered: "After the banquet, I went to the toilet, but when I came out, I heard a lot of noise upstairs.

I felt something was wrong at that time and ran upstairs quickly. Guess what I saw? "

As he spoke, he took another breath.

Harry looked at him: "Um... saw a troll?"

Draco immediately remembered Harry's experience at Halloween last year, and felt that what happened today was out of character. He smiled dryly: "Potter... you really have a sense of humor..."

As he said that, he no longer wanted to hide anything, and quickly told everything he saw upstairs.

At the same time, after him, several Slytherin students returned to the lounge, and before long, everyone knew about the Chamber of Secrets.

"It's boring..." McColley shook his head: "The secret room thing will come out once or twice every two years, usually someone does it deliberately.

Either a Slytherin student was playing a prank, or someone from another student was deliberately trying to disgust Slytherin. But...that cat is really dead? "

"Probably... I only know that I saw that Professor Jones and Dumbledore had bad expressions at that time. If the cat was just under some small spell, they would definitely not have that expression."

Draco quickly used Moon and Dumbledore to increase the credibility of his words.

If it was really a prank, the way he ran in happily just now would be a joke.

It's as if you thought something big had happened, but unexpectedly, it became normal in the eyes of others.

At this moment, his mind was spinning much faster.

"Well, it looks like it's going to be a big deal this time, like it was fifty years ago..." McCleery said.

His words immediately aroused the curiosity of several people, and Draco quickly asked.

"The last time there were rumors about the secret room was when I was in the first grade. So I heard about it that time too. As I said just now, the secret room thing will be spread again every few years, but the one that happened fifty years ago , is really dead!"

"Oh, what's the truth?" Draco seemed to be hearing a ghost story, scared and looking forward to it.

MacCherry snorted: "I don't know. I and others also asked Myrtle at that time, but all she could do was cry."

After saying that, he added: "I can't explain the most annoying thing, I just cried. I didn't care about it anymore."

"Myrtle? That female ghost on the second floor?"

McCully nodded: "Yes, she was the one who died at that time."

"Forget it, forget about it." Galde waved his hand: "Potter, then I leave it to you to do what we just talked about."

Harry nodded: "I'm going to find my friend. She should be able to contact the bookstore over there for ordinary people... Well, I should."

Harry didn't dare to vouch for it, after all, the owl had its limits, and it would also trouble Hermione.

The Garders stood up and looked at Harry teasingly.

"Aha~she~"

Harry looked at them helplessly, feeling very embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer such a conversation.

The next day, rumors about the Chamber of Secrets spread throughout the school. When Harry passed by the second floor, he suddenly thought that Myrtle's territory was also here, and she was the victim of an accident fifty years ago...

Thinking about it, he turned around and wanted to take a look.

However, as soon as he took two steps closer, a ferocious figure jumped out from behind the corner door.

"It's you, what are you doing here?! Let me catch you!"

Harry stood still, looking at Filch's crazy appearance expressionlessly. The few remaining hairs on his already bald head were no longer carefully taken care of. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot. He looked at him. His eyes were filled with hatred.

However, Harry's eyes made Filch feel timid.